Hello! This is a story that really came to me the other day! I started plotting it and I really like it so yeah here you go. This chapter is really long, longest chapter I have ever written. Hope you enjoy and reviews are nice! Let me know how you like it!
"Dean, get up before you are late for work." Sam yelled from the hallway. Sam was wearing a suit. Sam works in some office but his job in the morning before leaving for the office is to make sure his older brother is awake. When Sam didn't hear any movement he opened the door and walked in. Sam looked down at Dean who was wearing a plain black t-shirt and boxer briefs that hugged his butt in all the right places. "Dean, get up!" Sam yelled smacking his older brothers calf.
Dean grunted opening his eyes slowly. "Leave me alone, Sammy." Dean grumbled looking up at his younger brother through sleepy eyes.
"Dean, get up. It's almost 7am so get up and make sure Cas is up. I have to go." Sam said rushing out of his brothers room and to the front door. He flung it opened and made sure to slam it shut so Dean and Castiel wake up. He jumped into his black mustang and sighed before starting the car and speeding off towards work.
Dean rolled out of bed and landed on his two feet. He reached his arms in the air and stretched listening to his joints pop. He smiled in satisfaction before strutting out of his room and heading towards Castiels room.
Dean knocked on the door softly and when there was no answer he reached down turned the door knob and opened the door. Castiel was sleeping wrapped up in the blankets. Dean looked down at his best friend and smiled. He stood at the foot of the bed and ripped the blankets off of him.
Castiel groaned burying his face into the pillow. "Sam, let me sleep you moose." Castiel mumbled into the pillow.
Dean let out a laughing then saying, "Cas it's Dean."
"That's even worse. Go away assbutt." Castiel grumbled.
"Cas it's like 10am. I think you're late for work." Dean said throwing the blanket back on top of Castiel.
Castiel shot up and stared wide eyed at Dean. "YOU'RE LYING!" He yelled. He reached over and grabbed his cell phone to look at the time. He let out a sigh of relief to see it is only 7:13am. "Why would you do that to me?" Castiel asked crawling out of his bed and standing in front of Dean.
Dean smiled looking straight into Castiel's blue eyes. "Because you called me an assbutt again and you said I was worse than Sammy." Dean said placing a hand over his heart acting like he was hurt.
Castiel grumbled before pushing Dean out of the way. "Oh boo hoo. I'm going to take a shower. Make sure I have coffee ready for me when I'm done." Castiel demanded as he strutted out of his room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
Dean chuckled softly to himself before leaving the room and heading down the stairs and into the kitchen. He put a pot of coffee on before sitting down at the table and smiling. "I love my life." Dean said softly.
"Why is that?" Castiel said from the door way leaning against the frame in nothing but his boxers.
Dean jumped turning around clutching at his heart, as if that would stop it from jumping a mile a minute. "What the fuck dude, I thought you were taking a shower." Dean said taking a deep breath to calm his heart down.
"I am, I just wanted to know if I could borrow your shampoo because I'm all out. I didn't get a chance to go to the store." Castiel said pushing himself up from the door frame.
Dean chuckled before saying, "Sure, next time don't ask."
"My apologies, I didn't just want to walk into your bathroom. I didn't know what I would find." Castiel visibly shivered at that thought making Dean chuckle.
"You're so weird. Now go shower before you are late. I'm not making breakfast today." Dean said.
Castiel nodded before turning and walking up the steps. Dean sat at the table and shook his head. He looked at the coffee pot and saw it was done. He stood up grabbed a beer from the fridge before turning and walking out into the living room than up the stairs into his room.
Dean sat down on his bed resting his back on the headboard crossing his feet at the ankles. He took a swig from his beer when he heard his phone get a text. He flipped his phone opened and read the message.
Dean, did you wake Cas up? What time are you going to be home tonight? – Sammy
Dean laughed a little. Sammy stop worrying he's awake. And I'll be home at 6 like every other day. – Dean
Dean waited another 5 minutes for a reply which never came. He finished off his beer before standing up and going to take a shower. Dean stood in his bathroom looking at himself in the mirror. "I'm going to take the day off today. I don't feel like going to work." Dean said to himself in the mirror. He stripped off his cloths before getting into the shower.
Castiel had just gotten dressed and was heading out of his room and down to the kitchen to get his coffee when he heard Dean tell himself that he wasn't going to work. Castiel just smiled and shook his head. "That's just like you, Dean." Castiel said softly to himself before heading down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup from the cabinet and poured himself some coffee. He poured himself a bowl of cereal before sitting down and ate his cereal.
Castiel liked the mornings at the house. It is always just quiet and the only noises to be heard is the faint noise of the shower going and the clinking of the spoon on the bowl. He finished his cereal and coffee, rinsed out the bowl and cup before placing them in the dishwasher. He walked into the living room and grabbed his tan trench coat that hung on the coat rack by the front door. Castiel slipped his coat on and leaned over and picked up his messanger bag and slung it over his shoulder.
Dean walked down the steps to see his best friend off. "See ya, Cas." Dean said standing at the bottom of the steps in nothing but a towel. It was now 7:53am and Castiel had to be at work at 8:30 but he always loved getting their early.
Castiel turned and looked at Dean and smiled. "So why are you not going to work again?" Castiel asked.
"I'm the owner of the auto shop, if I don't want to go I don't have to. Plus I already told Benny I wasn't so he's going to take charge for the day." Dean said walking and sitting down on the couch as water dropped from his hair and down his cheek.
"So then what are you going to do all day?" Castiel asked taking a step towards Dean.
"I'm just going to go help out down at the Roadhouse. Spend the day with Ellen, Jo and I think Bobby said he was going to be their today." Dean said before putting the TV on.
Castiel smiled. "Ash isn't working today?" Castiel asked.
Dean turned his head and laughed softly. "He's working at the garage. You know he doesn't work at the roadhouse until the shop closes at 6."
Castiel rubbed the back of his next and smiled. "I forgot. Well I have to go now. I'll see you at the Roadhouse at 6. Goodbye, Dean." Castiel said turning and walking out the front door before Dean even had that chance to say goodbye.
Dean just chuckled before turning back to the TV. He pulled his phone and sent Jo a quick text. Jo, I'm not working at the shop today. I'll be in around noon. – Dean.
Sam was sitting at a table in the cafeteria eating his lunch when a female with blonde took a seat across from him. Sam lifted his head with a raised eyebrow looking at her.
She smiled a toothy smiled. "Hello. Is it okay if I sit here?" She spoke.
Sam nodded before taking a bite of his salad.
She smiled before extending her hand and saying, "My names, Jess."
Sam took her hand smiling as he spoke, "Sam. My names, Sam."
"How long have you been working here?" Jess asked.
"1 year." Sam spoke up with a smile.
"Cool, I just started last week."
"I figured. I haven't seen you before." Sam said taking a bite of his salad.
The female giggled looking down at her tray. They sat their eating lunch in a comfortable silence.
Castiel was sitting in the teacher lounge during his free period. He took a bite of her cheeseburger smiling a tooth smile. "These make me very happy." He said into the bite.
"Well I'm glad." The teacher with the British accent said from behind him causing Castiel to jump.
Castiel face turned a bright red. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in." Castiel said completely embarrassed
The teacher laughed before taking a seat across from Castiel at the table. "Names, Balthazar." He extended his hand towards Castiel.
Castiel smiled taking his hand gratefully. "Hello, Balthazar. My name is Castiel."
Balthazar smiled brightly. "I can't wait for today to be over. Monday's are the worst!" Balthazar spoke.
"I found today to be fun." Castiel confessed.
"I'm the gym teacher and I don't think it's fun." Balthazar let out a low laugh.
Castiel chuckled softly before saying, "I'm the English teacher and I find it really fun."
"I would fall asleep if I taught English."
"Then you wouldn't be bored." Castiel said smiling before going back to eating his cheeseburger.
Balthazar just nodded his head showing he agreed.
"DEAN!" Jo squealed as he walked into the Roadhouse.
"Hey, Jo." Dean said pulling the blonde into tight hug.
Jo kissed Deans cheek softly as he placed her down on the ground. "Why didn't you go to work today?"
Dean shrugged. "I don't know, I just wanted to see my family I guess." Dean said a small smile pulling at his lips.
"Oh that's not true. I know you, Dean. What's bugging you?" Jo said punching the man in the arm softly.
"Jo, I'm fine." Dean stated rubbing his arm. She might look like a little girl but damn that girl threw a punch.
Jo pushed her blonde locks off her shoulder before turning on her heels and strutting into the kitchen.
Dean let out a laugh before following her. "Hello, Ellen." Dean said to the older women with brown hair.
Ellen turned around and smiled pulling Dean into a tight hug. "Hello, Dean!" She spoke happily. "How are you?" She asked after she let Dean go from her death grip.
"I'm good. Just didn't want to go to the shop today. I know you're shocked because I'm here and not under the hood of a car." Dean smiled.
"Yes, just a little." Ellen said laughing.
"I came to see Bobby. I haven't seen that old man in a year or so since we moved out here." Dean confessed looking down at his feet. Dean hated himself for not keeping in touch with the man who took him, Sam and Cas in when they needed him most.
~~~~~FLASH BACK~~~~~
"DEAN!" John yelled from downstairs. "GET YOUR FUCKING ASS DOWN HERE NOW!"
Dean sighed before walking down the steps to see and angry father standing in the middle of the living room with a bottle of whisky swaying slightly. "Yes, Sir?" Dean asked.
"Where is your stupid little brother?" John barked.
"He's not stupid!" Dean growled at John.
John's eyes widened. "Don't raise your voice at me." John raised the bottle and tossed it at his oldest son.
Dean ducked his head dodging the bottle. It smashed on the wall behind him. "What is your problem? Just leave and don't ever come back home." Dean spoke up sternly.
"Oh? And what are you and poor little Sam and that little gay kid Castiel going to do without me?" John said laughing. "You all need me!"
"I do not need you!" Dean said taking a step towards his father with his fist clenched.
"Dean! You are only 16! Sam is 12! YOU NEED ME!" John took a step towards Dean.
"No we don't. We have Bobby." Dean said a very small smile tugging at his lips. Dean wanted to hurt his father where it hurt and whenever he mentioned Bobby as a father, John would get so pissed and that it did.
John pulled his fist back and taking a swing at Deans face. Dean tried to dodge it but wasn't fast enough and John's fist caught his jaw. Deans head flew to the side making Dean laugh.
"You only hate me because I look to Bobby as a father more then you!" Dean laughed at his father.
John lunged himself forward and tackled Dean to the floor. He straddled his son pinning him to the ground with his legs. John raised his fist and started pounding Dean in the face one right after then neck.
"I don't love you!" Dean yelled laughing as his father beat his face in.
"I. never. Loved. You." John said after each word punching Dean in the face.
Dean had blood pouring from his nose but he didn't feel the pain. Dean just laughed as his father assaulted him. Deans heart was so broken he couldn't feel anything else. Dean had been laughing so much he didn't even notice his father had stopped hitting him until he heard a familiar voice. His eyes shot opened and landed on brown eyes. "Sammy." Dean said sitting up slowly. It was only when he sat up that he felt all the pain in his head.
"Dean!" Sam said jumping into his older brothers arms. "We need to get you to a hospital." He said looking at his brother broken and bloody face.
"No, I'll be fine." Dean said. It was then he started wondering what happened to John. He turned around to see Castiel pounding Johns face in.
"Cas!" Dean screamed. "Stop!"
Castiel stopped turning his head towards Dean. Tears were falling form his eyes. Dean's heart was breaking seeing Castiel fall apart. "Dean!" Castiel yelled getting up from John and running to Dean. "Are you okay?" He asked.
"Cas, I'm fine. When did John get off me?" Dean asked holding his head with his hand.
"I tackled maybe a couple of Minutes ago. Sam came into my room crying and told me John was beating you up again." Castiel said looking down. He got down on his knees and placed a hand on Deans shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to beat the shit out of your father. I just couldn't let this go on anymore."
Dean smiled softly. "It's okay, Cas. I'm fine I promise." Dean said. Dean pushed Sam off his lap softly before climbing to his own feet. "Let's all just go upstairs to bed. I'll call Bobby in the morning and we can stay with him for a while." Dean reached down and grabbed Sam's hand. He held onto it as he led his little brother up the steps.
When Dean reached Sam's room Sam stopped. "Dean, can I sleep in your room tonight?" Sam asked looking at his brother.
"Of course you can, Sam. Cas do you want to sleep in my room as well?" Dean asked looking over at Castiel who was standing in front of his door.
Castiel turned his head towards Dean and nodded slowly tears were still falling down his face. Dean frowned seeing his best friend like that. Dean opened his bed room down and once Castiel and Sam were both in he shut his door and locked it. "We can all sleep in the bed." Dean said. "I'll sleep in the middle."
Dean got into the middle of the bed Sam on his left and Cas on his right. He placed his arms protectively around Cas and Sam and held them both closely to him.
"I'll protect you both." Dean said softly kissing them both on the head. "Get some sleep. This will all be over soon."
It was the next morning and Dean was the first awake. He untangled himself from all the limbs in his bed and left the room quietly as to not wake either of them up. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and sighed seeing all the dried blood. "Damn, I should of cleaned up last night." Dean chuckled softly before cleaning his face from all the blood and taking care of the wombs. Dean was heading down stairs when his phone started to vibrate. He pulled it out of his pocket and smiled at the caller ID.
"Hello, Bobby." Dean said into the phone.
"Hello, Dean. How is everything going over there? I haven't heard from you boys in a while." Bobby said gruffly into the phone.
"Sorry, Bobby." Dean apologized into the phone. "My friend Cas moved in with us."
"Really? What happened?" Bobby asked concern in his voice.
Dean and Castiel have been best friend since they were children. After Dean's mother died Dean would never be inside the house. John killed Mary, but got away with it. The only one who knew the truth was Dean. Dean would always sit outside of his house underneath the tree in his front yard. One day Castiel and his family had just moved in Castiel felt bad for Dean so he every day would sit outside all day with Castiel. They eventually became really close and best friends.
"Eh, his parents left him behind." Dean stuttered a little into the phone. "He woke up and the entire house was empty. His family even took everything from his room." Dean sighed.
"Damn, I'm sorry. I'm just happy he at least has you guys. So Dean, how is John doing?" Bobby said.
"He's fine." Dean rubbed the back of his neck.
"Boy do you think I'm a natural born idjit?" Bobby said into the phone laughing softly. "So spill it."
Dean sighed debating whether to tell him or not. He touched his nose and winced at the pain. "Okay." Dean said taking a deep breath. "Dad had a little too much to drink last night and kind of attacked me." Dean whispered that last words.
"WHAT?" Bobby yelled into the phone. "He did what to you?"
"Bobby, calm down. I'm okay, he just punched me in the face. But I'm okay because Cas beat the shit out of him." Dean said trying to sound convincing.
Bobby sighed. "Dean, I'm coming to get you boys. You are going to live with me and don't worry. Cas can come as well." Bobby said softly.
Dean sighed a breath of relief. "Thank you, Bobby. See you soon." Dean said before hanging up the phone. Dean chuckled softly to himself. "It's like Bobby can read my mind." Dean said softly to himself walking down the stairs.
Dean reached the bottom of the steps and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to scream but he couldn't he was lost for words. Dean sat on the bottom of the steps staring at the sight in front of him. It must have been at least an hour before he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him. "Sam don't-" Dean tried to say but he was too late.
"Dad?" Sam said tears falling down his eyes. "Dean? What happened to dad?" Sam said not taking his eyes off of the scene in front of him.
John was sitting on the couch a knife in one hand and a note in the other. Blood was everywhere. Johns neck was sliced.
"Sammy, go back up into the room. Go pack a bag Bobbys on his way here. He should be here soon." Dean demanded pushing his little brother up the steps.
"But, Dean." Sam wined.
"No buts Sam! I said go pack, so go pack!" Dean said a little more harshly than normal.
"Dean what's with all the yelling?" Castiel asked rubbing his sleepy eyes standing in Deans door way.
"Sorry, we have to leave. You're coming with us. Go pack a bag and then wait up here. Do not go down stairs till I tell you to." Dean said pushing Castiel towards his room.
Castiel saw the pain looked in Deans eyes and being his friend for so long he knew it had nothing to do with his broken nose. "Okay." Castiel said before walking towards his room. Castiel wanted to know what was going on but he knew right now asking would just cause more problems. Castiel knew to just do as told and wait Dean will tell him when he's ready.
Dean nodded before turning and walking down the steps. He walked over to Johns body and a tear fell down his face. "You deserved to die. Why would you hit your kid? Why would you treat them the way you did? Why did you kill my mother?" Dean said softly to Johns dead body. John snatched the piece of paper from Johns hand and sighed at the blood stains on it. He stuffed it into his back pocket before heading back up stairs. Dean through his cloths into a duffle bag and stuffed some personal things in as well and dragged his bag out into the hallway to wait for Castiel and Sam.
A couple minutes later they both emerged from their doors. Castiel was wearing a confused look on his face and Sam wearing tears on his cheeks. Dean sighed seeing Sam crying so he pulled his little brother into a tight hug. "Everything is going to be okay, Sam. I promise." Dean said rubbing his hand through his brothers long brown locks and kissing the top of his head. Sam cried into his brothers chest. Castiel stood awkwardly leaning against the wall his bag draped over his shoulder.
A few minutes later they heard the front door open then some man gasp. "DEAN! SAM! CAS! WHERE ARE YOU?" A deep gruffly voiced yelled from down stairs.
Dean sighed knowing that voice. "We're up here Bobby. We're all fine." Dean stated.
Bobby sighed with relief before walking up the steps and saw how broken Sam looked. Bobby kneeled down and opened his arms. "Come here, Sam." He said sweetly.
Sam let go of his death grip on Dean and walked over to Bobby. Bobby wrapped his arms around the broken kid and held him tightly. "Sam, you are going to come live with me. I will keep you, Dean and Cas safe. Nothing bad can happen to any of you." Bobby said to Sam but loud enough for Dean and Cas to hear so they knew he was talking to them as well.
Castiel looked over at Dean with a questioning look. "Dad killed himself." Dean mouthed to Castiel.
Castiels eyes shot opened and mouth hung opened. A few tears found their way down his cheeks. Dean walked over to him and wiped them away softly.
"So can we just go, Bobby?" Dean asked looking at Bobby who was still holding Sam.
Bobby nodded. "But what do you want to do with ya know?" Bobby said gesturing down stairs.
"Just burn his body and leave it out back or something. I don't care, I just want to get out of this house." Dean stated picking up his and Sams bags before walking down the steps. He didn't even spare a second glance at his father. He walked right past him opened the front door and through the bags into Bobbys car. Then a smile came over his face as he looked into the drive way and saw the Impala shinning in the sun.
Castiel walked out with Sam next to him. "I think we should call the cops." Castiel said as he tossed his bags into the trunk.
"Why? We can just burn him and just leave." Dean said shrugging his shoulders before walking back into the house. Bobby was placing a sheet over Johns body.
"I think I'm going to call the cops." Bobby said looking up to see Dean and Castiel. "Where is Sam?"
"No we are not calling the cops. He never did for my mother! He just burned her and called it a day!" Dean said angrily. Dean took a few deep breaths to call himself down before saying, "Sam's in the car. Don't have to worry too much about him."
Bobby sighed. "Fine, I'll take care of it. Just go make sure you guys have everything you need." Bobby finally said.
Dean and Castiel nodded before heading up stairs to let Bobby take care of it. Castiel turned to Dean before speaking. "Dean, I'm sorry about your father."
"Cas, don't worry about it." Dean said laughing. "He deserved it after everything he has done to me and Sammy." Dean shook his head opening his dads bed room door.
"What are you doing in there?" Castiel asked following closely behind him.
"I still come in here and I can feel my mom. And my dad left a note. I wanted to read it where I feel my mom. I needed her strength." Dean said a tear falling from his left eye all the way down his cheek. One single tear.
Castiel's heart broke seeing his best friend like that. Castiel sighed sitting down next to Dean who had taken a seat on the bed. Dean pulled out a note and read the note inside his head.
Dean, I'm sorry for being a terrible father. You were right, Bobby is a better father then I ever will be. That is why I left. Don't let Cas think it's his fault because it's not. He helped me realize I don't deserve to be alive. I don't deserve to have three wonderful sons. I took you for granted, thank you for taking care of Sam when I wouldn't step up and be a father. I never should have thrown that on you. Keep taking care of Sam. Dean, I want you to have the Impala. I know how much you love the car so take it. She's all yours. Also, there is some extra money in the safe in my closet. The pin number is 0124, it's a little something to help you boys out. Dean, I love you. Tell Sam I love him so much and I'm sorry. Tell Cas I grew to love him as a son and I'm sorry. Tell Bobby thank you. Love, John.
By the time Dean was done reading it there were tears pouring out his eyes. He leaned his head on Castiels shoulder and sobbed. Castiel wrapped his arms protectively around Dean and held him tightly. Castiel held Dean for what felt like years. Bobby came into the room and saw Dean crying. "Dean?" Bobby asked.
Dean lifted his head sniffling. "Yes, Bobby?" Dean asked looking up at the older man.
"Go finish packing, I just set up the fire pit. Do you want to come say goodbye?" Bobby asked just then his eyes landed on the blood stained paper. "Is that what I think it is?" Bobby asked pointing to it.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a few." Dean sighed standing to his feet. He looked up at Bobby when he asked about the paper. "Yes." He answered. Dean handed the paper to Bobby before standing up and leaving. He packed a few bags full of his, Sam and Cas' stuff. He carried them down the steps and tossed them into Bobbys truck where Sam had fallen asleep in the back seat. Dean opened the door kissed his brothers head softly and whispered, "Everything is going to be okay." Dean shut the door before entering back into the house. Johns body wasn't on the couch anymore. Dean raised an eyebrow at Castiel who stood at the bottom of the steps with tears in his eyes. "Cas, whats wrong?" Dean asked rushing over towards him.
"I watched Bobby take your fathers body into the backyard and it just hit me that he killed himself." Castiel said looking down at the house. "I'm sorry, Dean." Castiels tears fell from his eyes and landed on the floor.
"Hey, hey, calm down." Dean said patting Castiel on the back.
"It's my entire fault." Castiel said tears still pouring out his blue eyes. "I never should have attacked him yesterday. Dean, I'm sorry." Castiel looked up at Dean. Castiel had fallen apart you could see the pain clearly on his face.
Dean frowned before wrapping his arms tightly around Castiel pulling him into a hug letting Castiel sob on his shoulder. "Shh, Cas. It's not your fault. Dad even said it wasn't your fault. He said it in the note." Dean said before a soft chuckle escaped his lips.
Castiel lifted his head tilting his head looking at Dean who had just chuckled.
"My dad knows you all too well. He knew you were going to blame yourself. Cas it's not your fault. I'll show you the letter later." Dean said with a soft smile looking at Castiel.
Castiel didn't become happy but at least he stopped crying. Bobby then came into the room. "Ready, Dean?" Bobby asked.
"Give me a few more minutes. I'll be out, I just need to go get the keys for the Impala." Dean said pointing up the steps.
Bobby nodded and turned to leave. "I am sorry, Dean." Bobby said before he disappeared into the kitchen.
Dean grabbed Castiels hand and led him up the steps. They walked into their fathers' room. Dean let go of Castiels hand and sighed looking around for one last time. He looked down on the side table and the keys were sitting right there Dean picked up the keys and placed them into his front left pocket. He walked over to the closet and opened it getting on his knees and crawling towards the back of it where the safe was hidden. He tipped in the pin which wasn't hard to remember because it's his birthday. Dean smiled slightly as he opened it. His eyes were about to fall out of his face with how much his eyes were opened. "I can't believe it." Dean said
"What is it, Dean?" Castiel asked.
"There is almost a million dollars in here!" Dean said pulling out 10 envelopes with the number 100,00 written on them. "Where the hell did my dad get this much money from?" Dean asked looking up at Castiel who shrugged his shoulder. Dean looked up at Castiel. "Go in my room, underneath my bed there is another bag. Go get it." Dean told Castiel. Castiel obeyed and left. Dean placed the envelopes on the ground next to safe. Dean looked in the safe to see what else was in there. He pulled out a picture of him, Sam and his mom which he stuck in his pocket. There was their birth certificates and stuff that he placed with the envelopes.
Dean pulled a shoe box out of the safe and looked at it. "What is this?" he mumbled. It was black shoe box with R.I.P. written on the top of it. He slowly took the lid off and came face to face to with a gun and a simple note. Dean took the note out and read it.
Dean, I know it's you because no one in the world knows about this safe but you. Let's just hope I didn't do something stupid and that's how you got to it. I don't know why I saved this, but this is the gun I use to shot your mother in her head. Do with it as you wish, but I wanted you to see it. I needed you to see it. So you know the true horrors of what I really done. I'm sorry, son.
Castiel came back into the room with the bag Dean told him about. He saw Dean sitting cross legged with the box on his lap and a note in his hands and tears falling down his face. "Dean, are you okay?"
Dean lifted his head and saw Castiel. "No." Dean said picking up the gun.
"Woah, Dean why do you have a gun?" Castiel asked taking another step towards Dean.
"This is the gun my dad used to kill my mom." Dean said emotionless.
"Oh." Castiel said. He wanted to say more but he didn't know what to say.
Dean stood up placed the gun in the back of his pants and stepped on the shoe box. He grabbed the bag from Castiel and put the envelopes into it. "Alright, time to leave." Dean said heading towards the door but stopped short when a leather jacket caught his eye. He walked over to the closet and saw the jacket his dad would always wear. He took it off the hanger and placed it on himself. Now Dean left the room shutting the door behind him. He headed down the steps and walked out to the backyard where Bobby was standing next to the fire pit and Johns body lying next to it.
"About time." Bobby grumbled towards the two teens walking over to them.
Dean smiled and Castiel looked down at his feet. "Sorry, I got distracted. Alright, so lets do this. I can't wait to get out of this house." Dean said.
Bobby just nodded before picking Johns dean body up and placing it on the fire. "You have anything to say, Dean?" Bobby asked turning towards dean.
Dean pulled the gun out and shot at Johns dead body then placed the gun on top of the fire and watched it go up in flames along with the note. "That's for mom you son of a bitch." Dean said before turning and leaving.
Bobby and Castiel followed leaving the body to burn. Dean held the front door opened once Bobby and Castiel were gone he shut the door leaving his set of keys on the welcome door mat. He just escaped hell and shut the door behind him. Dean was never coming back to this house, ever.
~~~~~11 YEARS LATER~~~~~
"Dean, what do you mean you are leaving?" Bobby asked Dean.
Dean was sitting on the couch at Bobbys house drinking a beer. "I'm sorry Bobby. But you helped us for so long. And Castiel got this job at Central High School in Central Nebraska and me and Sam want to move there with him." Dean said taking a swig of his beer.
Bobby sighed. "I know, I knew this day would come." Bobby said smiling at Dean.
"Thank you, Bobby." Dean smiled getting up before heading up stairs into his and Sams room to pack.
Dean, Sam and Castiel was packed and had the Impala loaded with all their stuff. "Are you sure you don't want to come? Where not going to be living to far from Ellen's Roadhouse and we all know how you have a soft spot for her." Dean said smirking at the old man in front of him.
"Shut up, idjit. I'll be down to visit you guys as much as possible. Just keep in touch you hear?" Bobby said pulling Dean into a tight hug.
"I will Bobby, I promise." Dean said before getting in the Impala along with Sam and Castiel and drove off into the setting son.
~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~
Dean looked to Ellen as a tear fell down his cheek. "I haven't talked to Bobby in 2 years. Do you think he hates me?"
Ellen placed a hand on his shoulder. "No, he calls me every day to ask how you boys are doing. He knows you guys are busy. But one thing he always ask me is how do you guys have such a big house and you opened your own business because you guys were basically broke when you came out. And I know how much I'm paying all 3 of yous but that still wouldn't be enough to do all that." Ellen said chuckling.
"That's something only Cas knows." Dean shrugged before pulling a beer out of the fridge in the back of the bar. The alcohol in the front is for customers. But Ellen kept some in the back for everyone else.
"You will tell us sooner or later." Ellen smiled before walking out the door. Just as Ellen left the backdoor opened.
Dean looked up expecting it to be Jo. Dean went numb when he saw the old man with a trucker hat. "Bobby?" Dean asked.